Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way

At the same time, in the office of the ancient magic text professor.

Professor Babling had thrown his coat on the table, and had swapped the jeans that showed off his figure for baggy trousers.

As a vampire who has lived for hundreds of years but still pursues fashion, she is completely different from those vampires in Europe who like to sleep in coffins.

Professor Babling has always been how to enjoy and how to live, how to live comfortably.

If it wasn't for some reason, she signed a contract with the insidious and cunning headmaster at the time, Professor Babling would not even think about taking the ancient magic text class.

After changing clothes, Professor Babling lay faceless on the bed.

The sneakers and socks were also thrown out by Professor Babling, a pair of white legs and exquisite feet dangling in mid-air, hitting each other.

That little guy Albus didn't lie to me this time,

Professor Babling muttered, picked up a mirror from the bedside table,

It's strange, he obviously likes to deceive people so much.

She tapped lightly on the edge of the mirror, and shouted nondescriptly, Albus! Little one! Come out!

The double-sided mirror lit up, and Professor Dumbledore's face appeared in the mirror.

Albus, you didn't lie to me today? Professor Babling didn't say hello, and got straight to the point.

Professor Dumbledore looked puzzled, and smiled wryly: Bathceda, how have I ever lied to you?

Oh? Do you want me to do the math for you? Professor Babling raised his hand, and a small notebook flew over the table.

She shook the black-covered notebook in front of the mirror, opened it with a smirk and read a page:

In April 1898, an unknown red-haired, blue-eyed Gryffindor prefect who was also the male chairman of the student union brought an unknown blond boy from Durmstrang to me.

During the period, the two told me that there was true love between them, and they wanted to use the resurrection stone as a ring to prove...

Stop, stop! Professor Dumbledore kept yelling to stop, his old face flushed,

Bathceda, I was immature at that time, please forget about it.

People have to look forward. After I became the principal, when have I ever lied to you?

Professor Babling leaned the mirror against the bedside table, and covered half of her face with an open notebook.

Her eyes blinked, glowing.

All your black material is in my hands, so I asked you if you were afraid?

Professor Dumbledore looked at the opened content, and couldn't help having another headache.

I have written down all the bad things you young people have done, Professor Babling hummed a ditty, looking very happy,

Need me to refresh your memory? Dear Headmaster Albus Dumbledore?

Professor Dumbledore wisely changed the subject:

So what's the matter with you contacting me? Don't tell me it's just to tease me.

It's nothing, I just sigh that you are right, that Harry Potter is indeed a very good seedling.

Professor Babling threw the notebook aside, picked up the mirror and turned over, This year, there are finally two good students who are suitable for learning ancient runes.

That's good, congratulations. Professor Dumbledore smiled again.

By the way, I told you one thing last time, Professor Babling tried hard to recall, I seem to have told you during the holidays that several old bloodlines have awakened.

Later, I checked their movements again, but their waking up should be hidden, and it probably has nothing to do with the war you are worried about.

After all, the natural flaws in them have not been remedied, and when I peeped, I felt that they seemed a little... panic and fear?

Really? I see. Professor Dumbledore's face suddenly became serious. Thank you very much, Batheda.

After the two finished talking, Professor Babling threw the mirror away and looked at the ceiling.

In fact, she also vaguely had an ominous premonition.

...

The first Saturday after school came, but Halle was even busier.

She originally planned to sleep in and visit Hagrid at ten o'clock, and slipped into the Forbidden Forest with her godfather, a black dog whose camp was unknown.

In the afternoon she had to go to the Transfiguration Club, and in the evening she would go to Professor Snape for extra lessons.

But before dawn, Harry was dragged up from the bed by senior sister Angelina.

This year is Wood's last year at school, coupled with the two consecutive championships in the previous two years, Wood has completely fallen into madness.

After graduation, he planned to find a professional club in the UK and become a professional Quidditch player.

If they can win three consecutive championships in the Hogwarts school league and create a dynasty, that will definitely be a big plus.

So Wood can't wait to set up tactics in the first weekend.

But he miscalculated. After the second consecutive championship, the Weasley twins had already expected that Wood would do this.

They colluded with Angelina, Aliya and Katie in advance, and planned to hang Wood up when he entered the locker room, and negotiated to obtain their legal rights.

So, Harley, who got up early, was holding the broom, and watched Captain Wood's left foot as soon as he stepped into the dressing room, he was tied up by three ropes, and was pressed to the ground by the Weasley twins.

After a full morning of negotiations, Wood signed the unequal treaty with tears, which greatly reduced the training time.

You are irresponsible to Gryffindor! Wood burst into tears, trying to accuse the players of the atrocities.

But everyone, including Harley who didn't get the news in advance, had no sympathy for Wood, especially after everyone saw Wood's professional team training plan filled with several rolls of parchment.

After the training, Harry carried his broom and headed to Hagrid's hut with Hermione, who had had breakfast to watch her training.

The two walked across the grass and came to the door of Hagrid's cabin, only to find that the hippogriff that had injured Malfoy was still tied to the door.

At this time, the doors and windows of Hagrid's hut were closed tightly, Fang was lying on the doorway basking in the sun, and Buckbeak was sleeping with his eyes closed.

Sirius was tearing a piece of bacon.

When he saw Harley, he immediately threw the meat aside, and ran to Harley quickly, his tail wagging like a flower.

And Yaya, who was lying far away from Sirius, got up in an instant, rushed to his meat at a speed comparable to Sirius, and took away most of the remaining bacon.

But Sirius didn't care, how could bacon be as important as a goddaughter?

Harry also rubbed Sirius' dog's head, and patted it lightly.

Well, it feels pretty good.

If he is a liar and the real traitor is him, then Harry can also put in a little more effort and perform an unarmed opening of the spirit cover.